girl dreaming on a river of blood

Here’s a clue… somewhere in Dupont Circle:

You can find her sleeping on a river of blood,
Dreaming perchance of the coming flood.

If indeed you spy her, do let me know,
And I’ll invite you to the everlasting show.

-I

OK so all that aside, what tickles me is Andy — check him out!

He just sold for $17.5m.

Andy's self portrait! hmmm, click to read more

Well anyhow, just loaned a couple of my pieces to a Dupont Circle gallery.

You should check them out, eh.

Give us your support and help me launch a solo show in Fall — I have new paintings coming that will peel the skin off your flesh…

-Iliad

Watch for amazing things to come sure to blow your mind off, things like Sarah charging ahead against the Brits, and the 2012 chronicles, and lots and lots of hot babes saving the world with beauty and grace and all things that make women so adorable to us men…  Oh and fast cool cars and tattoos, and rantings and ravings and erotica from Kyoto, metaphysics from Dubai, Zen and Colts from southern Utah, and a film shot in Darwin, California.  Maybe a redhead from Erfurt, and a blighted Ring…  A free-for-all of thought designed to dig deep and wide past the fluff down to raw meat and bone.

We might chase a beggar in Kabul, and dance with a priestess in Kumasi, read tattered pages of John Locke and de Tocueville, and fall in love with Eric Cartman — a lovable evil plush toy, and trace out HAARP patterns along dead bird routes and dig beneath DEN en route from DCA to HRW.  There’s so much you know, so very much to touch on, and so little time — want a hot dog with your mustard…  Oh and let’s not forget the adventures of Pussy and Dog as they battle for Union, battle indeed, old as any tell-tale tail on a posh night of Cocktail.

…And now and then I’ll throw in a few items worth Conserving cause we’ve worked hard to build a legacy lest we destroy it now that we’re on the very brink of the portal.  And of course we’ll bash them cause it’s just so much fun and, well… high time we did.

Let’s face it folks, the true aristocracy is the artist class, not the peasantry, the villains and the vulgars spewing from the vometorium.  The poet-warrior must draw the battle lines, no holds barred, come as it may…

The adventure begins…

Peace…

Now I’m sure the world will go on as it always has, and  folks will scurry about in their absurd delusion of self-importance, but somewhere along the way, somewhere hidden, there will be a ripple, a spark, a change in the fold of the tapestry and the face of things will be revealed…  No?  Then do go on for all is well in the State of Denmark old friend.

-IAT

Afghan girl offering a sacrifice

Someone recently asked me to highlight my favorite designer…